I've done somethings in the garden, because things like trimming the hedges have done before too much has grown underneath.
It's crazy, what an early spring: even the tulips growing out already! That we have never had... and last year many snow still in April ...
I’ve got from the “Table” not only foods, but also some old books, of which I am very pleased. They lie there in the church to take away by donation and I have reduced my waiting time and some choose.
My love and I made a spring walk and came to a small private shop over near this wall. There are a lot of old stuff. Books also . It opens only when people come - and now people just came ...
I found a book of fairy tales from Tibet and my love found the book of which I had often spoken.
I got it as a young girl from my grandma, but then it does not even interest me. Then it was lost somewhere and we do not even find on the internet.
Now he was there for me. - Coincidence?
I think things will find us when it 's time and now I 'm going to read it .
It is wondrous how close we humans can be, living on the other side of the world and we have never seen.
And it is also strange that her blog she now survives. Her trace is on the Internet for a long time . - Forever?
Thanks to internet so we are able to leave traces. Everyone can do that, every blogger , with a little effort ...
Previously you had to write a book that was printed or paint pictures, compose music to leave a trace of life that goes beyond the immediate family ... today it is easier to reach people all over the world and to touch personally .
This is fascinating but also strange , I think.
And she's still in my reader list now , as she would still be there in place in Jamaica.
And maybe she can now also see my flowers in their own way and my thoughts feel - - - ?
The poetic part - лирический часть -
The tendernes of flowers
by frost and snow
but they blooms
Have a nice and quiet weekend all.
Witten for Nancy's lovely meme Random5 Friday